For a couple of weeks or so when the boss was out of town, he lent me his late 90's black Porsche 911 Carerra. Beautiful car. He just gave me the keys and said "Have fun, and be careful." I drove it a little, long drives down state hiways, looked cool/possibly douchey at restaurants, and just fell in love with it. As the weeks wore on, I started getting more and more nervous about driving it. I was never a dumbass with it or anything, just scared of something out of sorts happening.

So one Sunday my girlfriend at the time were taking it out for a little drive. We were going down Hiway 31 when we saw a black 911 with the front end smashed up against a concrete guard rail, and the driver standing by it dumbfounded , a blank soulless expression on his face, just talking on his phone. It scared me. That was exactly what my day could turn into. I just got a cold chill--like the Ghost Of Christmas Future was showing me scenes to be, should I maintain my present course. So we stopped by the store, got some groceries, went home and parked the 911.

Easy Reader:For a couple of weeks or so when the boss was out of town, he lent me his late 90's black Porsche 911 Carerra. Beautiful car. He just gave me the keys and said "Have fun, and be careful." I drove it a little, long drives down state hiways, looked cool/possibly douchey at restaurants, and just fell in love with it. As the weeks wore on, I started getting more and more nervous about driving it. I was never a dumbass with it or anything, just scared of something out of sorts happening.

So one Sunday my girlfriend at the time were taking it out for a little drive. We were going down Hiway 31 when we saw a black 911 with the front end smashed up against a concrete guard rail, and the driver standing by it dumbfounded , a blank soulless expression on his face, just talking on his phone. It scared me. That was exactly what my day could turn into. I just got a cold chill--like the Ghost Of Christmas Future was showing me scenes to be, should I maintain my present course. So we stopped by the store, got some groceries, went home and parked the 911.

dv-ous:Easy Reader: For a couple of weeks or so when the boss was out of town, he lent me his late 90's black Porsche 911 Carerra. Beautiful car. He just gave me the keys and said "Have fun, and be careful." I drove it a little, long drives down state hiways, looked cool/possibly douchey at restaurants, and just fell in love with it. As the weeks wore on, I started getting more and more nervous about driving it. I was never a dumbass with it or anything, just scared of something out of sorts happening.

So one Sunday my girlfriend at the time were taking it out for a little drive. We were going down Hiway 31 when we saw a black 911 with the front end smashed up against a concrete guard rail, and the driver standing by it dumbfounded , a blank soulless expression on his face, just talking on his phone. It scared me. That was exactly what my day could turn into. I just got a cold chill--like the Ghost Of Christmas Future was showing me scenes to be, should I maintain my present course. So we stopped by the store, got some groceries, went home and parked the 911.

Easy Reader:So one Sunday my girlfriend at the time were taking it out for a little drive. We were going down Hiway 31 when we saw a black 911 with the front end smashed up against a concrete guard rail, and the driver standing by it dumbfounded ,

See, this is a great example of how bland and dumbed-down modern 911s are, in order to protect the typical doofus who has more money than driving skill.

Used to be that you never wrecked the front of a 911. Always the rear. Enter a corner too fast and you were farked. Brakes - tail goes light, car whips around, you back into the trees. Lift off the throttle - tail goes light, car whips around, you back into the trees.

The turbo models were especially fun because the turbo lag was awful, and you could be accelerating out of a corner and get boost-onset tire spin, which steps the tail out. A scared driver will lift off the throttle, so you back into the trees...

A 911 with front-end damage is just proof that they're German Camries with the engine in the back...

See, this is a great example of how bland and dumbed-down modern 911s are, in order to protect the typical doofus who has more money than driving skill.

Used to be that you never wrecked the front of a 911. Always the rear. Enter a corner too fast and you were farked. Brakes - tail goes light, car whips around, you back into the trees. Lift off the throttle - tail goes light, car whips around, you back into the trees.

The turbo models were especially fun because the turbo lag was awful, and you could be accelerating out of a corner and get boost-onset tire spin, which steps the tail out. A scared driver will lift off the throttle, so you back into the trees...

A 911 with front-end damage is just proof that they're German Camries with the engine in the back...

Not knowing much about the ballistics of a turbo 911 is why I parked the one that wan't mine. I most likely wasn't doing anything that would get into that territory, but I'd rather figure all that out on a track or a giant parking lot or something--not on a public hiway. Driving certain cars, like riding motorcycles, is really just playing in traffic.

FilmBELOH20: Found the BASE jump they mentioned in the article. The guy is obviously a moran, but he has big giant brass balls.

That's the usual combination.

Krieghund: If it's not going to be driven, you don't need collision coverage.

It's called not wasting money.

No, it's called 'tempting fate'. But seriously, he should have at least made sure these people were properly bonded, yadda yadda. That said, if you can and do buy a Gallardo, most likely you have enough money so that you can survive if the Lambo abruptly goes away. You'd better.

Mister Peejay:Easy Reader: So one Sunday my girlfriend at the time were taking it out for a little drive. We were going down Hiway 31 when we saw a black 911 with the front end smashed up against a concrete guard rail, and the driver standing by it dumbfounded ,

See, this is a great example of how bland and dumbed-down modern 911s are, in order to protect the typical doofus who has more money than driving skill.

Used to be that you never wrecked the front of a 911. Always the rear. Enter a corner too fast and you were farked. Brakes - tail goes light, car whips around, you back into the trees. Lift off the throttle - tail goes light, car whips around, you back into the trees.

The turbo models were especially fun because the turbo lag was awful, and you could be accelerating out of a corner and get boost-onset tire spin, which steps the tail out. A scared driver will lift off the throttle, so you back into the trees...

A 911 with front-end damage is just proof that they're German Camries with the engine in the back...

I used to work in a body shop that specialized in Porsches. Nearly all were rear end damage.

Mister Peejay:Easy Reader: So one Sunday my girlfriend at the time were taking it out for a little drive. We were going down Hiway 31 when we saw a black 911 with the front end smashed up against a concrete guard rail, and the driver standing by it dumbfounded ,

See, this is a great example of how bland and dumbed-down modern 911s are, in order to protect the typical doofus who has more money than driving skill.

Used to be that you never wrecked the front of a 911. Always the rear. Enter a corner too fast and you were farked. Brakes - tail goes light, car whips around, you back into the trees. Lift off the throttle - tail goes light, car whips around, you back into the trees.

The turbo models were especially fun because the turbo lag was awful, and you could be accelerating out of a corner and get boost-onset tire spin, which steps the tail out. A scared driver will lift off the throttle, so you back into the trees...

A 911 with front-end damage is just proof that they're German Camries with the engine in the back...

So, you've never driven a Porsche? Come on. I've had a few and driven several from various years. The cars have become more predictable but one cannot say that is a bad thing. The infamous tail happy aspect of the car was not a desirable trait. That it was engineered to be less inherent in the car's handling is a good thing. Even the Porsche engineers thought so. They went so far as to add AWD and smaller turbos so the "bam" nature of the turbo boost would be lessened, making the car more predictable at high speed. It still takes considerable skill to drive one at the limits. The car simply cannot be driven near it's limits on the street without being a total douche bad with no regards for other people, it' just covers that much ground in a hurry.